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Told you I'd update a lot ;)

Anna's POV

Sometimes I think phones may be the best invention made. I'm a big multi-tasker, and right now, my phone was acting as a watch, a communication device, and a flashlight.

"Light switch, light switch…" I was muttering to myself again.

I wasn't alone, but Percy was very unconscious at the moment, and I really don't like the uneasy feeling this silence gave me. Not to mention the fact that I can't see 3 inches in front of my face without my phone.

So, Mr. Melano? Definitely a monster. I don't know what kind, because as soon as we were out of sight I was knocked unconscious before I could blink, let alone scream for help. All I knew now was that I was in a small, dark room, with Percy, my dying phone, and the alarming amount of blood flowing from the top of my head.

So, yeah, I figured the best thing to do was to shine some light on the situation.

Apparently I wasn't very unconscious, because I had woken up when my phone buzzed in my pocket. Mr. Melano must be a pretty dumb monster, leaving it with me. Then again, the 4% of battery left probably wouldn't do me much good, anyway.

It had been one of my demigod friends, Margaret, texting me. Margaret and I were pretty close, but we hadn't talked since summer at Camp. Well, we had talked a little, enough for me to find out that she was good friends with a new girl, Bianca Di Angelo. I had drawn something later that day, and ever since then, I've been pretty sure that Margaret and Bianca are half-sisters, daughters of Hades. I only hoped my picture never came true, because otherwise Bianca wasn't going to make it to Camp. But my pictures always came true.

Margie said she was having monster problems; there were monsters in the building. Well. Tell me something I don't know. I wanted to help, it sounded like she was in a bad situation, but, unfortunately, so was I. Luckily, Margaret and Bianca were a year younger than me, and weren't on the top level, which is where Percy and I were, unless we had been dragged to a lower floor. I wasn't too worried about Margaret though, I know that she's been freaked out since her math teacher attacked her last year, but she's a fighter. She probably only called me because I had more training. Actually, I had 8 years more training. So, maybe she would need my help.

I shook my ADHD head, wincing at the pain that motion brought. Anna, Anna, Anna, you can't help anyone else if you can't help yourself. I'd always felt pretty protective of Margie, so when the blue light from my cell phone dimmed more than I thought possible without dying altogether, I felt a little panicked.

LIGHT SWITCH!

Well, it's about time.

I flicked it on and took in my surroundings. Percy and I had been dumped in a crowded 5x5 janitor's closet, complete with mop, water bucket… Water bucket!

I crawl over, suddenly overcome by dizziness. I was bleeding a lot. I reach a hand in and grab a fist full of water (okay, I know how weird that sounds, but I am the daughter of Poseidon. I can do stuff like that) and throw it on Percy's face, like most people would throw a snowball. I add a slap, which may have been unnecessary, but it sure felt good, since he was the one who hid my phone charger.

"Whaa… where… Anna? Anna, oh my gods, what happened to you?" Percy was looking concerned as he saw the blood dripping down from the wound on my head.

"Well... I'm really not sure. Apparently it's much easier for our enemies to knock you unconscious. They had to do this," I gestured at my head, "to make sure I wouldn't wake up too soon.

"Always knew you had a thick skull." Percy said, grinning, but the concerned look stayed in his eyes. I was suddenly glad I slapped him while I had the chance.

"Hey, Anna? Don't kill me for this, okay?" Without giving me time to react, and moving too quickly for me to follow without succumbing to my dizziness, he grabbed the mop bucket.

And poured the water. All. Over. My. Head.

I had taken in his words, and I fight my first reflex, which is to slowly, painfully kill him, or find a towel. Hmmm. Maybe not in that order. It really was freezing.

But then I felt the pain in my head subside and I slumped back against the locked door (I had already tried the door knob several times.) The water had healed the gash in my head better than any doctor could. All that remained was a small, but still fairly bothersome headache.

"I'm not sure whether to thank you or kill you, so I'll just do this." I grabbed the mop and wrung it out over his head.

"Alright, maybe I deserved that, but I had to make sure you would heal quick, and fixing that slowly would've been much more painful." He was smiling that annoying smile, the one that clearly says that he can tell you won't have a counter-argument.

"Fine, thank you, Perseus." It bothered him when I called him by his first name.

"You're very welcome, Andromeda."

I smirked at him. "Touché."

"So, any idea how long we were out of it?" He asked, taking in our surroundings.

"Well, I woke up about fifteen minutes ago. It's only 1:30. Margie and her friend Bianca are in a bit of a monster problem as well." I found it amazing that just a little over an hour ago I was in class like normal. But I wasn't too surprised; unfortunately being attacked by teachers was the norm for kids like us.

"And if Margie and Bianca are having problems…"

"… Evie's having problems, too." I finished for him. Hades. I hadn't thought about our friend Evangeline. She was also in eighth grade, and she was a daughter of Athena. Evie was pretty special, because her mom was a child of Zeus, so she had demigod blood on both sides of her family.

"We'll worry about it soon. We need a way out." I figured we'd start with escape.

"And I'm guessing that door's locked."

"Do you honestly think I would be sitting with you in a janitor's closet if it wasn't?"

"Good point. Well, I guess we just have to look for another way out…"

We did. Apparently our friend Mr. Melano had thought through his plan pretty well, because the door was somehow magically enhanced, because it looked like normal wood, but when Percy tried slicing it with Riptide sparks flew off the celestial bronze like he had been drawing his sword against metal. I was going to pick the lock, but it must've been bolted by the outside or something because there was no keyhole I could see. The door completely sealed us off from the rest of the world; there wasn't even light coming through from the bottom.

Oh, please gods don't let us run out of oxygen.

I hadn't realized I was scared until now. I could see Percy struggling to keep it together, and decided not to mention the whole oxygen thing.

Right as we were about to look for air vents, which was a last resort, what with the storm outside, the door popped open.

Percy practically fell backwards, and I tumbled after him, seeing as we had both been leaning on the door. (Did I mention it was a small closet?)

I looked up and felt more grateful about being friends with Margie than I ever had. Two ghosts, both looking like soldiers, were floating above us. Any normal person would have been scared to death at the sight; two greenish ghosts, which sometimes looked stable, but when they moved you could see their skeleton, in a pitch-black dark hallway, framed by the window through which we could see the storm that had escalated to something like a hurricane.

I, however, had never been normal.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you so much!" I said, feeling like I could breathe again.

"Glad to be a help, ma'am." The one on my right said. They saluted and floated straight through the ceiling.

"I think the school's gone into lockdown." I said observing the blackness surrounding me. I was about to pull out my sword, which omitted a slight glow as a light source, when I felt a knife at my neck

Like I said, it was really dark. It was not my fault I couldn't see this coming.

But with my luck, I probably should have anyways.

"Andromeda Jackson, don't you dare move a muscle." A chilling voice said in my ear.

"Perseus, walk with us or your sister dies."

Percy and I are pretty bad at following instructions. And every once in a while we can do that cool thing that you always see twins do in movies, where we both think the same thing. So I wasn't surprised when Percy gave a very realistic painful scream, and I quickly twisted out of Mr. Melano's grip in the split second he was distracted. We both knew that if Mr. Melano was going to kill us, he would've done it while we were unconscious, so he needed us for something, and if he thought Percy had just stabbed himself… Well, he was going to get in trouble with his boss. Whoever that was.

I was surprised when Mr. Melano slumped over dead. The emergency lights flickered on, and I saw that it hadn't been Percy's knife that killed him. Percy looked as confused as I felt. I ignored the blood trickling down my neck where he cut me and looked around the dimly lit hall. If it wasn't Percy, who…?

And, grinning mischievously, Evangeline Peck stepped out from the shadows and retrieved her knife from the monsters back.